Tag: Writing

Yes yes yes, I know I said I would write every day. I just didn’t count on yesterday being the day it was when I agreed to that. I’ll make it up to you. Recently, in a discussion about self-care, a friend said, “cultivate a deep feeling that joy IS resistance. Right now, self-love and... Continue Reading →

(1) Since early this morning, I have had Nahko and Medicine for the People’s song “Warrior People” going through my head. Specifically, I have had these lines playing over and over: “…I'm just a human being on another fucking journey. I'm on a journey, on a journey I'm on a journey, on a journey I'm... Continue Reading →

I was thinking about doing a “blog post every day” challenge to encourage myself to write more, but…well…I’ve been putting it off. Tonight, though, someone saw that I am leading the writing portion of a yoga and writing workshop with a friend. This person said, “oh! So you’re a writer?” And you know what I... Continue Reading →

I am in the process of re-reading Madeleine L’Engle’s “Time Quintet” and just finished reading The Wind In the Door. In this book, Meg (the protagonist) is charged with finding a way of defeating the evil force – the Echthroi. This evil is killing the planet and her brother and the way to defeat them... Continue Reading →

Nearly a year ago, I went for a walk at the labyrinth at the Sisters of Bon Secours. After walking, I went into the retreat center and they had a bowl full of stones for meditation with words written on them. After much deliberation (and checking with the person at the desk), I decided to... Continue Reading →

My voice walks into a room. I was going to start with hello? It’s me… by way of introduction but then I realized Adele already took that and now you’re all singing and I don’t have Adele’s voice and that’s not the kind of voice I’m talking about, and – Let’s start over. My voice... Continue Reading →

(Content note: Sexual assault) Give me a moment. Just a moment of time in this swiftly turning always moving, frantically humming over-caffeinated universe -- just give me a moment to tell you one thing. One story. One thing to say. I want to scream it from the mountain tops with a bullhorn the size of... Continue Reading →

Lately, I find myself thinking about questions. A friend's 4-year-old, in the middle of the night, recently asked her the ultimate important question: "Mom, why do wolves avoid peanut butter sandwiches?" How long has it been since you wondered something so fanciful? More importantly -- how long has it been since you asked that question... Continue Reading →

"We do not all have access to the most helpful words I was afraid to write this because I didn't want to fuck it up Writing poems about things you don't really know a lot about can be very problematic But not writing poems about things you're afraid to fuck up can also be very... Continue Reading →